Scapricciatiello

( Sing: Renzo Arbore )
( Authors: P. Vento - F. Albano - 1955 )

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Original


Scapricciatiello mio,
vatténne â casa
si nun vuó' jí 'ngalèra
'int'a stu mese.

Comme te ll'aggi' 'a dí ca nun è cosa?
Chella nun è pe' te, chella è na 'mpesa.
Che vène a dí ch' è bella cchiù 'e na rosa
si po' te veco 'e chiagnere annascuso?
Lássala, siente a me, ca nun è cosa.

Tu, p' 'a bionda, si' troppo onesto,
chella è nata pe' ll'ommo 'nzisto.
Alluntánate 'a 'sta maésta
ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammá.

Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse?
T' 'o ffá credere e po' te lassa,
te fa perdere 'a libertá.

Tutt' 'e mmatine mamma, dint' 'a cchiesa,
prega pe' te 'a Madonna e nun repòsa.
Jett' 'o curtiello, nun fá 'o smaniuso,
si no tu vaje 'ngalèra e 'a bionda sposa.
Curre add' 'a vecchia, va', cércale scusa.

Tu, p' 'a bionda, si' troppo onesto,
chella è fatta pe' ll'ommo 'nzisto.
Alluntánate 'a 'sta maésta
ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammá.

Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse?
T' 'o ffá credere e po' te lassa,
te fa perdere 'a libertá.

Tu, p' 'a bionda, si' troppo onesto,
chella è nata pe' ll'ommo 'nzisto.
Alluntánate 'a 'sta maésta
ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammá.

Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse?
T' 'o ffá credere e po' te lassa,
te fa perdere 'a libertá.

Scapricciatiello mio,
vatténne â casa
si nun vuó' jí 'ngalèra,
'int'a stu mese.

Translation


O my capricious guy,
go home
If you don’t want to go to prison
within this month.

How can I tell you that this is not a good thing?
That girl is not for you, she is a crafty unfaithful person!
What's matter if she is more beautiful than a rosebud,
But I see you cry secretly?
Leave her, listen to me, this is not a good thing!

You are too honest for this blonde,
She was born for a bullyboy.
Move away from this charmer,
For you will be ruined, mummy's boy!

Don’t you realize that she laughs at you,
And seduces you with thousands of promises.
She deceives you and then leaves you,
She deprives you of your liberty.

Every day in the morning your mum, in the church,
prays the Virgin that She may help you.
So, throw your jackknife, don't brag!
Otherwise you will end up in prison and the blonde will marry!
Run to your old mum and beg her pardon!

You are too honest for this blonde,
She was born for a bullyboy.
Move away from this charmer,
For you will be ruined, mummy's boy!

Don’t you realize that she laughs at you,
And seduces you with thousands of promises.
She deceives you and then leaves you,
She deprives you of your liberty.

You are too honest for this blonde,
She was born for a bullyboy.
Move away from this charmer,
For you will be ruined, mummy's boy!

Don’t you realize that she laughs at you,
And seduces you with thousands of promises.
She deceives you and then leaves you,
She deprives you of your liberty.

O my capricious guy,
go home
If you don’t want to go to prison
within this month.


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